Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.